Blackmail is one of the great pastimes of family life.
A moment of eloquence enthralls us. An hour's worth leaves us stupefied.
Irony dissolves sentiment, but occasionally a sentiment is strong enough to dissolve irony.
The ironies in the commonplace are my inspiration and delight.
Wealth makes the laws that poverty must obey.
Tolerance is a placid contempt.
What's the good of being stoical if nobody notices?
Methodology is applied ideology.
Reason cannot break out of its own loop.
Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.
Sacred texts always offend reason.
Reason argues the case, but fact may determine the judgment.
Anxiety and lust are evicting the older passions.
Laughter scares off lust.
Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
Sensuality takes planning and work.
Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.
Unhappiness is too common to call for special measures.
Your vanity and my vanity will never be friends.
If you should ever acknowledge my existence, I plan to snub you.
If your nose is up in the air, you cannot see where you are going.
In middle age, going naked contributes little to public enjoyment.
A quiet well-behaved boy is likely to be both frightened and ambitious.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
